poetry of jesse wiles

partial

it was brittle to touch it was flaking off in your fingers or the way you looked after the truck to see how long you can recognize the verses of the song before they dissipated in the vast graveyard of sounds

how it tore your heart like junk mail

and how like an argonaut strapped to a stick but for her kindness you'd smash against the stones

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